The old daoist, who had a hole in his belly, and Greathorns, who had a large dent on his forehead, stared at each other. After a full quarter of an hour, both men shook their bodies at the same time. An exotic aroma spread out across the air, and then both men's injuries healed in the blink of an eye. Even their energy was at their peak, exactly the same as before the injury.
After glaring at each other again for a while, Greathorns waved his spear and said dryly, "Get out of here and leave me alone."
The daoist considered for a moment, then lowered his voice and said softly, "Greathorns, why don't you just let Green Emperor, White Emperor, and Black Emperor cultivate here with you? As long as they don't leave this tree, I'll forget today's incident. What do you think?"
